| Here come da sun, da crazy buddha smoker
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| Hoods roll down’n’turnin' out the folk-a
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| Got mixed vibes but the rhymes they be ringin'
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| I’m pumpin' out the sh… with the nozzle swingin'
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| Flavours they be rich like desi and water
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| So bust out the glitch & roll the next doodah
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| Right, drug got 'eavy
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| Back it up the road like a Chevy
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| 7, 8, rim bring the grins from the singer
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| Bouncin' all around with the crazy bass bin
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| I likes to check dem, rollin' around
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| Shakin' up the ground and cussin' em down
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| Like dat’s da way it’s cool with the fake DJs
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| Sellin out the dance for the radio plays
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| I’s from the street
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| I eat soiled meat
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| I slap those dogs in the high concrete
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| And I got souls for the stinkin'
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| But the hip-hop word like, whatevah
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| Roll a bag o' herbs in the king-size reefer
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| And toke upon da sh… like Omar Sharif-a
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| True MC’s are born to fight
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| Instead-a sellin' out to dance for the limelight
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| True MC’s are born to fight
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| Instead-a sellin' out to dance for the limelight
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| Boo-uh!
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| (Wailing/unintelligible)
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| Times they be fresh like Kool & The Gang
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| Back in the days when they used to get down
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| And nowadays they got men
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| Knockin' at my door, and cuffin' up my hand
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| Well they be suckahs and I be brown
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| Like James, trippin' on a funky sound
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| I gots the fat, dirty stinkin' fungus
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| Rollin' down my throat and growin' in my lungus
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| 47 rings from the bins when I swing
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| I thinks of the past when I smoke my tins
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| Nowadays I gets paid for the rhymes when I’m bouncin'
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| At times be trippin' like Richard Branson
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| So get off my sound, see
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| You know it ain’t yours
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| It belongs to the P
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| And the super-high court
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| Crips they be smilin coz they know they black’n
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| I rocks the party like (scratching)
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| When I walk the street I don’t fear no man
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| Coz I wear the steel bandit on my hand
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| It means «Original G», the Biz Markie
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| Sugar-free, Pepsi, max out my Sig
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| True MC’s are born to fight
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| Instead-a sellin' out the dance for the limelight
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| True MC’s are born to fight
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| Instead-a sellin' out to dance for the limelight
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| Instead-a sellin' out to dance for the limelight
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| Instead-a sellin' out to dance for the limelight |